Dusty is a sock thief. But they must be folded/bundled - whatever you call that thing you do with socks. She carries them off with loud yowls & hunting cries. She lies down & cuddles them, uses them for a pillow. I obtained for her, her own pair of socks - an old pair of child's socks. I wouldn't be surpsied if she's named her socks. As I type this, she's lying on the livingroom floor, right beside her socks.
Don't die a virgin. Terrorists up there are waiting for you.
Last edited by CanadaSue; 06-11-2012 at 12:54 AM.